Page 107 of Sticks and Stones
Now, the priority was getting to his side.
Once in the door, they saw Sam in the ER. He was pacing, and that worried Elizabeth all over again. It was crystal clear he hadn’t heard anything.
Or if he did, it was bad.
Elizabeth tried not to go to that dark place, but it was so damn difficult. She could chase killers, and wade through the bowels and blood, but seeing her father sick…
It would take her down.
“Mom,” Elizabeth said, getting his attention.
When he turned, he had tears in his eyes, and he was pale from the worry.
Yeah, she didn’t like this.
Not.
At.
All.
Immediately, Sam headed for them, grateful that they’d gotten there. He hugged Elizabeth and Chris to his body, thankful not to be alone there.
Coming to DC to be near Elizabeth was the best thing that they’d ever done.
“What happened?” Chris asked when he was set free from the hug.
Sam didn’t want to do this alone. He hadn’t been able to reach them, and he was scared.
If he lost Charlie, he’d never be the same again. His husband was his world now, and he couldn't bear to lose the love of his life.
“We were in the kitchen, and he was making his breakfast. When he was snacking on the bacon, I was scolding him. He suddenly stopped, and grabbed his chest.”
Oh, Jesus.
That sounded bad.
Now, Elizabeth wanted to weep.
Chris tried to reassure Sam. He was an ME, but worry made you forget things you knew.
“It could be a string of things, and not necessarily a heart attack.”
Sam nodded.
“You’re absolutely right, but Charlie is a glutton on a good day.”
That.
He.
Was.
Now, Sam needed to lean on his son-in-law.
“Christopher, can you please find out what’s going on? I flashed my ME badge, but they told me I was in the wrong part of the hospital. The nurses weren’t cooperative because my license is out of state.”
At his words, someone was focused.
